41. Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Angela tried to hide her amusement at Ae-cha's advice to hydrate. It lasted until the lizardwoman was out the front door then burst forth in a laugh that had her doubling over and clutching at her sides.
After everything they'd been through, everything that had happened, being told to drink some water and watch her electrolytes before getting back into bed with the lizardman who had made her pleasure his personal mission was too much.
Zoric grumbled while she laughed and she could hear his claws clacking against the tile in the kitchen. When he returned with two glasses of water and a bag of potato chips, she doubled over again, her sides beginning to ache with the laughter and their earlier exercise.
Eventually, Zoric put the water on the nightstand she hadn't noticed and pulled her into his arms. She giggled as his arms wrapped around her and she could feel his smile when he laid his face next to hers.
"It is rather ridiculous, isn't it?" he asked.
"Someone really doesn't want us to be together," she said. "I know we've only known each other for a few days but it feels like we've been trying to get to this point forever. I just don't know why it's so important to someone to stop it."
Zoric ran his hands down her back, stroking her muscles with long, soothing motions. "I don't think it has much of anything to do with me," he said, his voice calm. "I think you are being herded in a very specific direction and I'm suddenly in the way."
"Why do you think that?"
"I've noticed a pattern," he said. "And Ae-cha has, as well. We may have a solution but we're going to have to find someone to help."
"A specific someone?" she asked, though she could already feel the answer across their Bond. He was trying to hide the identity of the person he wanted to call, but she knew whoever it was made him nervous.
"Yes, a specific someone."
"Okay," Angela said. "I trust you if you say you've been seeing a pattern. Do we need to leave right now?"
Even after everything they'd been through, the fire of her desire for him had been banked, not extinguished, and she held some hope of being able to continue what they were doing to the end. There was a golden moment something inside her had been reaching for and, for all the orgasms she'd already had, she couldn't help feeling like she wanted that last one.
Her entire body craved him more with each passing moment.
He smiled and held her tighter. "No, we don't need to leave right now. But you do need to have some of the chips and a glass of water."
She whined. "We can do that later."
"There is a large puddle on the bed that argues we should do it now," he said.
His affection for her pulsed across their Bond in addition to the electric current of desire and she pouted at him, just to see how he would react.
He laughed and lifted her feet off the floor, carrying her over to a dry spot on the bed where he sat her down and fed her potato chips until she reached for the glass of water. She stole a kiss between each chip, the feel of his scales beneath her lips the most natural thing in the world.
By the time Angela had finished her water, she was breathing heavily and moments away from jumping him and riding him down to the floor.
Instead, Zoric took the glass carefully from her hands and leaned her back on the bed. His claws slid gently down her front until he turned his hand to run his knuckles across her clit. When he brought them back out, they glistened with her wetness. He watched her eyes while he licked his knuckle, obviously enjoyed her taste.
"Please," she choked out. Her heart was beating wildly in her throat and she couldn't focus beyond her desire for the next sensation.
In a moment, he was at her entrance, then plunging into her with the next breath. He was thick and hard and he filled her up perfectly. Every bit of him rubbed her in the exact right spot. She noticed this time that he wasn't perfectly smooth. Bumps and ridges pressed against her insides and she appreciated every variation in the shape of his cock.
It didn't take more than a few strokes to return to where they'd been earlier, as though someone had simply pressed pause on their desire.
She was close, so close, to finishing with him inside her and she wanted him to finish with her. Every orgasm before the one she could feel building had simply been a hint, a tease, of what was possible.
"I'm so close," she gasped, and felt him stiffen, before picking up the pace.
His motions remained smooth as Zoric chased after their shared pleasure. Her face was buried in his neck, taking in the smell of him, the feel of his body working over hers.
Then, between one stroke and the next, she felt them reach the golden moment she'd been aching for. Their Bond flew wide open, his teeth clamped on her shoulder and she screamed, her muscles clenching around him while he pulsed inside her.
Angela's legs tightened around him while the rest of her relaxed into a satisfied puddle. She wanted him to stay inside her for as long as he could. When Zoric moved to adjust, she felt something pull inside her.
"What was that?" she asked.
He shifted again and she twitched. "That is called a stem," he said. "It will relax and retract in a minute or two."
She should have panicked. Something she couldn't see, which was attached to an alien cock, was stuck inside her. Instead, she clenched her muscles around him and shifted under him. Zoric took in a deep breath, the scales on his cheeks changing colors as he realized what she was doing.
"What does it do?" she asked, her legs pulling her up and down his cock in the small amount of space the stem allowed for movement.
"It, uh, helps with conceiving. It keeps you open and ready and encourages me to spill more seed while the conditions are right." His eyes crossed as he tried to answer her questions while she moved around him.
"Does it come out every time?"
He shook his head. "Only when the conditions are right. When the pH balance is ideal for-"
Angela swiveled her hips and his eyes rolled back into his head. She was enjoying the physical effects of the prolonged connection, as well, but seeing his reaction only heightened her own.
"Well, then, seems like we're going to have a very long afternoon," she told him.
Their long afternoon lasted into the evening, with breaks for food and water only when Ae-cha pounded on their door to announce that it was there. And to remind them that the stupidest reason to need to go to medical was for dehydration.
"I think she's warming up to me," Angela said, as she licked the sauce from the garlic shrimp off Zoric's chest, just before she ate the shrimp off his nipple.
"I don't think you were ever the problem," he told her, shifting his hips to push into her. She gasped and let her head roll back as pleasure rolled through her and he practically purred at the sight.
With their Bond consummated and solidified, she could feel everything he felt, and her senses threatened to overwhelm her with new information. She felt hedonistic, wanting to experience everything, and Zoric had done his best to encourage her.
Dinner had started with takeout containers and flirting. Feeding each other little bits and watching the other lick sauce off of fingers and lips until Angela was fairly aching with how empty she felt. Zoric's solution was to sit her down on his lap, his cock pinning her into place, so she could rock back and forth on it while she ate.
Since he needed his hands to keep her seated, she had to feed him, too. When she tried to object, he showed her a little of what his tail could do. Just the tip, at least this time, but she found herself drowning in sensation and holding little bits of protein with her breasts so he could nibble them.
It was the perfect compromise and Angela's only regret was that they hadn't figured it out days ago.
However, even as they drowned in pleasure, they both knew that their reprieve was short lived. The Orvax could arrive at any moment and they'd have to go back to work.
Somehow, clearing her name had become less important to Angela. It needed to be done. She knew that. But would losing her job really be that bad if she was with Zoric? She'd worked hard, learned a lot, and nothing could ever remove the knowledge of what she'd accomplished. Did she really need external validation?
Deep inside, she knew it was more than that. It wasn't just her life at stake but the lives that had already been effected by the conspiracy that seemed to be using her as a catalyst for chaos.
As her senses were enhanced, her vision became clearer of what they needed to do. They had time to indulge, and she knew they needed it, but Zoric was right that they were going to need help. And she knew exactly who they were going to have to ask.